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This has hurt me for years, I've tried to let it go

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I was at school (6th grade, I was 10-11) and we had a mental health lecture that day and I asked for the suicide hotline number. Later that day I was walking and some somalian girl (like 12-13) saw me and said something along the lines of "ew, get away, you have herpes" I did not have herpes. I then sat down at a table and started crying, my friends checked up on me and and eventually a teacher asked what was wrong. I saw no reason not to snitch on her as she had picked on me for some time at that point so I told him. I eventually went to the counselor and let it all out, I was hugged by some lgbtq people (one reason why im not super homophobic). Not sure what happened after but that moment has stuck with me for years.
 
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I was at school (6th grade, I was 10-11) and we had a mental health lecture that day and I asked for the suicide hotline number. Later that day I was walking and some somalian girl (like 12-13) saw me and said something along the lines of "ew, get away, you have herpes" I did not have herpes. I then sat down at a table and started crying, my friends checked up on me and and eventually a teacher asked what was wrong. I saw no reason not to snitch on her as she had picked on me for some time at that point so I told him. I eventually went to the counselor and let it all out, I was hugged by some lgbtq people (one reason why im not super homophobic). Not sure what happened after but that moment has stuck with me for years.
it seems even the briefest interactions can have such a lasting impact. I tend to remember every time that I've been called ugly
 
I was at school (6th grade, I was 10-11) and we had a mental health lecture that day and I asked for the suicide hotline number. Later that day I was walking and some somalian girl (like 12-13) saw me and said something along the lines of "ew, get away, you have herpes" I did not have herpes. I then sat down at a table and started crying, my friends checked up on me and and eventually a teacher asked what was wrong. I saw no reason not to snitch on her as she had picked on me for some time at that point so I told him. I eventually went to the counselor and let it all out, I was hugged by some lgbtq people (one reason why im not super homophobic). Not sure what happened after but that moment has stuck with me for years.
"I did not have herpes"
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I was at school (6th grade, I was 10-11) and we had a mental health lecture that day and I asked for the suicide hotline number. Later that day I was walking and some somalian girl (like 12-13) saw me and said something along the lines of "ew, get away, you have herpes" I did not have herpes. I then sat down at a table and started crying, my friends checked up on me and and eventually a teacher asked what was wrong. I saw no reason not to snitch on her as she had picked on me for some time at that point so I told him. I eventually went to the counselor and let it all out, I was hugged by some lgbtq people (one reason why im not super homophobic). Not sure what happened after but that moment has stuck with me for years.
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